Start with the Mangekyo Sharingan: Follow Lord Madara out of Konoha

"Susanoo!"

The blue giant roared suddenly, and the deafening sound waves turned into tangible shockwaves, as if raging waves, shattering everything in front of the man.

Even Mū, as a high-ranking political figure in Iwagakure and possessing Kage-level strength, was not spared. He was caught off guard and blown away by the storm, landing awkwardly on the ground.

Ōnoki was almost knocked unconscious. The small, potato-like figure bounced on the ground, and a gash was opened on his forehead, from which blood flowed freely.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and the Susanoo also turned into a stream of light, gradually disappearing, revealing the man's figure within the fading blue skeleton.

An icy aura spread out, and his pupils were bright red, his eyes seemed to be condensed with a soul-devouring scythe. Just looking at them was enough to make one shudder.

This figure seemed to come from hell, and the monstrous murderous aura swept over him, imprinted in Ōnoki's eyes, causing him to shiver.

This power, this suppression that transcended levels, filled him with a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Is this the man called 'Uchiha Madara'? Is this truly the power of a ninja?"

Despair surged into his heart like a tide, slowly engulfing him, making it impossible to breathe.

Ōnoki collapsed on the ground, and a round, regular stone caught his eye.

This stone was clearly ordinary, but strangely, he now inexplicably felt that it was the stone he had been carefully tending in the rock pool of the Iwagakure tower for years.

His thoughts drifted, and the kind words of his grandfather, Ishikawa, seemed to flow like a stream in his mind.

"I, well, no matter what kind of stone it is, I only need to look at it once to know its value..."

"Stone symbolizes will, and the same applies to everyone's will. I only need to look at it once to know its value..."

"Ōnoki, your will contains the power to change the world, but if you don't pay attention to maintaining it, this rare and precious will will also disappear without a trace..."

"Disappear... without a trace..."

"Because you will face a barrier! When you hit that barrier, you may abandon your inner will and make excuses to shirk responsibility. And what you regain... may be hatred!"

"Remember, don't abandon your will, let it become a solid stepping stone for you!"

Suddenly, it seemed as if a magical force had been injected into his body. Ōnoki gritted his teeth, reached out and picked up the stone, as if he had regained his tenacious and unyielding will.

Facing the aloof Uchiha Madara, he slowly stood up and walked towards Madara, with a certain determination in his eyebrows.

"Oh?"

Uchiha Madara frowned slightly. "Do you still have the strength to dance? But you are too young."

He opened his eyes slightly, and a ray of light flashed through his pupils. The Sharingan spun slowly like a windmill, and a rather crude genjutsu began to tear at Ōnoki's mental world.

Ōnoki's gaze instantly became blurred, but his horrified expression froze on his face.

In his mental world, a towering, warrior god-like blue giant occupied his entire field of vision.

Its figure was tall and blurred, as if swallowed by darkness, and the blue light flowed, like the karmic fire that burned the soul, domineering, intense, as if to burn everything.

Ōnoki's body stiffened, and he couldn't squeeze out a trace of strength, his breathing stopped, because he was being tightly grasped by a large hand. The red eyes coldly looked down at him, and with the slightest movement, he would be smashed to pieces, never to be resurrected.

"Release!"

Suddenly, a familiar aura poured into his body from his shoulder, and the flow of chakra returned to normal.

In a trance, everything in front of him shattered like a dream, and his vision was restored in an instant.

"Calm down, that's his genjutsu."

A low voice came from his ear, and Ōnoki belatedly turned his head, only to see Mū forming hand seals with one hand, releasing the genjutsu on his body.

Everything around him remained the same, the dilapidated tower, the damaged steps, the grooves carved on the ground, and the motionless, expressionless man.

Uchiha Madara, he was still standing there, motionless.

His body was already soaked with cold sweat, and a gust of wind brushed past, and he suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold.

A crisp sound suddenly rang in his ears, it was the sound of the stone in his hand falling to the ground.

Ōnoki looked up in astonishment, his vision completely occupied by the man's figure.

Uchiha Madara stood high on the tower, overlooking him, the new moon behind him was round and mirror-like, and the moonlight coated him with a layer of holy light, making him unable to look directly, as if a god descended...

"Drip."

A drop of blood dripped from his forehead, seeping into his eyeball, turning the full moon in the sky red, and the figure of Uchiha Madara blurred and overlapped, slowly turning into another young man.

The same long black hair, the same red eyes.

Ōnoki's consciousness returned to reality, and Kamihane had come before him at some point.

He swayed, as if all his strength had been drained, weakly leaning against the precarious wall, looking at Kamihane who was walking towards him, a trace of despair flashed in his eyes.

"I, will it end here like this..."

Kamihane raised a hand, and Ōnoki simply closed his eyes, calmly welcoming his death. However, Kamihane just pushed up his sunglasses, completely covering his strange eyes.

He quietly activated "Ame-no-Tokotachi", reverting his own state. This had almost become a habit.

"Ōnoki, can you still dance?"

Ōnoki took a deep breath and said helplessly, "There is an absolute gap between us, like a chasm. I have nothing to say about losing to you..."

Kamihane raised his eyebrows and said, "What's wrong? Have you given up on your 'Stone Will'?"

"Kill me if you want, but my will cannot be insulted!" Ōnoki opened his eyes angrily.

"I don't like dead ends. Leaving room is my habit." Kamihane put his hands behind his back, and the half of the Susanoo behind him slowly dissipated into black energy.

"What are you going to do!" Ōnoki asked suspiciously.

"I need you to help me cultivate..." Kamihane smiled faintly. "Use your head and think carefully, why would I help the Uzumaki clan? What benefits would I get from killing all of you?"

Ōnoki's eyes flickered. As the Tsuchikage, he was naturally well versed in the weaknesses of human nature and the way of governing. In just a moment, he guessed Kamihane's intention.

Extending a helping hand in times of crisis will inevitably reap gratitude, and gratitude means reward, which is also Kamihane's purpose.

But there is no absolute distinction between gratitude and hatred in the world, and the so-called gratitude is only temporary. If Kamihane completely eradicated the hidden dangers of the Uzumaki clan, he would have no benefits to reap, unless he was on the opposite side of the Uzumaki clan like them.

And leaving a potential threat would keep the Uzumaki clan constantly vigilant, living in fear, and at this time, they would have to remember Kamihane's kindness.

He wants to play the long game... Ōnoki widened his eyes, looking at the smiling youth in front of him, and couldn't help but feel frightened by his scheming.

"Ōnoki, you can go." Kamihane tilted his head. "Go back and cultivate your Dust Release properly, and work hard on its destructive power, until you can instantly smash my body, then come and take revenge on me."

After being promoted to the "Sea God Body" and merging Hashirama's cells, his body strength had reached an incredible point. His offensive and defensive abilities were unparalleled. To go further, he could only rely on destructive attacks like "Dust Release".

Looking at Ōnoki with a serious face, a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.

The current Dust Release wasn't even qualified for him to adapt.

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